I wish to Lord I'd never been born or died when I was youngI never would've seen your sparkling blue eyes or heard your lying tongueAll the good times are past and gone all the good times are o'erAll the good times are past and gone but brother don't you weep no more[ fiddle ]Now don't you see that lonesome dove flying from pine to pineHe's mourning for his own true love just like I mourn for mineAll the good times...[ dobro ]NBow can't you see that lonesome train going around the bendIt's takin' away my own true love to never return againAll the good times...